When clouds all clot the sky at dawn
and gag the gleaming glow.
When misty morning feels forlorn
and torrid tide is low.
When seagulls that did sail and soar
loquacious, loud and lewd
are stifled on the solemn shore,
so savagely subdued.
When sounding sea along the beach
retreats and will not roar
and waves all whimper, out of reach
‘neath deep, dank ocean floor.
Look up and see the sun; she streams!
Our day star’s breaking through.
For summer in this land of dreams
will make the world brand-new!